Mr. Attainable

You're the picture of humility 

and self-proclaimed righteousness 

We love-starved lovers can't help but fall into your stare

Even when it starts to resemble a snare

We cocoon ourselves into your web

That once felt like a safety net

I don't think you even know you're doing it 

Your venom is sweetness 

Your poison disguised as treatment 

for another ailment 

Your love is different from the others

It doesn't run out, it smothers 

I become a mould of your worst insecurities

You are low-hanging fruit 

from an empty tree.